Salute To The General

Chapter 952 Zizan Barton

The Bartons resided in a mansion at Forthmore City, Northania.

As the gates opened slowly, a Knight XV, a luxurious armored SUV that cost 20 million and was known as the moving tank, sped into the mansion with ten more black SUVs following its lead.

Acrowd of a thousand men in suits was gathered at the mansion. They bowed in unison, "Welcome home, Young Master!"

As soon as the Knight XV came to a stop in front of the majestic palace-like mansion, a butler rushed forward to open the car door.

Then, a handsome and muscular man in a fitting suit got down from the car. The more prominent members of the Barton family greeted the man simultaneously. "Greetings, Young Master!”

It turned out that the exceptionally handsome and well-built man in front of them was none other than the young master of the Barton family and the eldest son of Schubert Barton, Zizan Barton.

Zizan Barton led his black-clad men into the mansion and asked his butler coldly, "What's the situation right now, Mr. Sanders?"

Tony Sanders was the remaining butler alive out of the three butlers of the Barton household. He kept up with his young master's pace and replied in a low voice, "Master led his men to Channing to save Sir Tom and Sir Jerry, but he underestimated Nathan."

“None of them made it back. The men were arrested, and Master had cerebral infarction. He was sent back to us by Nathan."

asked me to transfer 30 billion to the Cross family. However, Nathan did not let Master off

when

lying in the bed. He was surrounded by medical equipment as a doctor and a few nurses were giving him nutrition IV

Zizan Barton turned and asked, "Doctor Ludden, can you save him?" Dean Ludden had an awkward expression on his face as he muttered,

I'm asking you one

had no choice

well, he can only maintain this paralyzed state at best if

"| understand," Zizan nodded.

Zizan suddenly grabbed a pair of scissors on the bedside table

Pfft!

stared incredulously at the pair of scissors protruding

Pit! Pit, pf...

word, Zizan Barton stabbed repetitively at the poor doctor until the latter fell to the ground in the pool of his own

nurses covered their

were frightened as

their heads and kept as

pair of scissors in his hand away. Wi acne the blood on hig bands Using a white Hanbierchist he